Sins may be forgiven. Crimes require punishment.
She yearned to see her mother again, and Robb and Bran and Rickon… but it was Jon Snow she thought of most. She wished somehow they could come to the Wall before Winterfell, so Jon might muss up her h...
She remembered a tale she had heard from Old Nan, about how sometimes during a long winter men who'd lived beyond their years would announce that they were going hunting. And their daughters would wee...
She is of the north. She deserves better than a butcher.
She had surrendered her virtue at six-and-ten, to a beautiful blond-haired sailor on a trading galley up from Lys. He only knew six words of the Common Tongue, but fuck was one of them—the very word s...
She had killed him with a whisper, and she would kill two more before she was through. I’m the ghost in Harrenhal, she thought. And that night, there was one less name to hate.
She did not come to him, however. he tough.
Shadow? Davos felt his flesh prickling. A shadow is a thing of darkness. You are more ignorant than a child, ser knight. There are no shadows in the dark. Shadows are the servants of light, the childr...
Serving men cleared away the swan, hardly touched. Cersei beckoned for the sweets. I hope you like blackberry tarts. I love all sorts of tarts. Oh, I've know that for a long while. Do you know why Var...
Ser Gerold Hightower had begun his history, and Ser Barristan Selmy had continued it, but the rest Jaime Lannister would need to write for himself. He could write whatever he chose, henceforth.
Ser Barristan, she called, I know what quality a king needs most. Courage, Your Grace? Cheeks like iron, she teased. All I do is sit.
Power resides only where men believe it resides. [...] A shadow on the wall, yet shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow.
Power is a trick. It lies where we believe it lies.
Poison is a coward's weapon'' the king complained. Ned had heard enough. ''You send hired knives to kill a fourteen-year-old girl and still quibble about honor?
One voyage to the East and a man could live as rich as a lord until the end of his days. When he'd been younger, Davos had dreamed of making such voyages himself. But the years went dancing by like mo...
One voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found.
One thing all the stories agreed on: King Robert was dead. The bells in the seven towers of the Great Sept of Baelor had tolled for a day and a night, the thunder of their grief rolling across the cit...
One foe at a time, that was what the old man always said.
Once I dreamed of flying, she thought, and now I’ve flown, and dream of stealing eggs. That made her laugh. Men are mad and gods are madder she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.
Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.